sotryies of lives


presenece absence

what if I said it wasnt real ... everything you held, lived, believed was a figment of imagination

what would that look like, what would it feel like

i think that sometimes we use the photograph to assure ourselves of reality

someone lived, loved, died, existed

but all that passes

whtat is the light like

do we call see

what would our lives look like if we revisted them for a minute

would our names be written in a book